You cannot make an omelette without breaking oeuvres. To
oeuvre is human, to forgive divine. Look on my oeuvres, ye Mighty, and despair!
Why go on? The French may be “too ironic”, but they still want to store every
oeuvre in a cabinet. Pléiades cramp style. Why can’t they leave things alone?
Chillax. The Chinese, by contrast, invented paper. Oeuvres were calligraphed up
and down the length. Perhaps it was plentiful paper caused armies to burn enemy
libraries during campaigns. Oeuvres will be replaced soon enough, they thought.
“That October,” loosely translated, “was a bad month for the Ming Dynasty.”
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